"The eye is what keeps the storm going, circulating the warm air and cooling it to create a cyclone which picks up water. Thats it!, we would still get hit but it would be much weaker." He gets a far offf look in his eyes just as you pull up to the bridge connecting the prison island to the mainland.

"Well? What the hell are you waiting for? Just do it and i might give you a back rub free of charge and no boiling hot fudge unless your nanny, Lotus want to do it. Okay by me, i ain't the jealous type."

Bradley was quiet. Either think or listening. It was hard to tell with the ghoul face he wore. Fortunately one of the random ideas Galatea offered up seemed to spark something in the weather manipulator. Without comment he watched the man, every so often looking to their surroundings to see how the environment itself reacted to whatever it was he attempted.

You are about a quarter of the way across the bridge when you notice the change in the precipitation. It is falling slower and has taken on a white color, snow? You see a booth a few yards up, about halfway across the bridge. It is manned by three guards who step out. 1 with an odd device that looks pulled from star trek while the other two hold very normal, but deadly, rifles. "Halt. We are detecting strong extranormal energy readings from your vehicle. Please step out of the vehicle and explain yourselves." The young man's eyes have opened and he says "The cold air will weaken it, not stop it completely but there will be less damage. Hand me over and get to higher ground."

<<Find us some high ground please ... and let me know if you pick up any distress calls.>>

Snowing in Florida. Bradley stared for a while at the white powder. Then hearing the guards his eyes narrowed. There were three metahumans in the van. Of course they would be detecting extranormal activity. A glance was given to Lotus, and a tilt of the head was made towards the guards to encourage her to handle the situation. An undead vigilante wouldn't be the best face to show ... and Galatea had a way of saying the exact wrong thing.

According to your scans the, most accessible higher ground is 20 miles to the northwest. Most other traffic leaving the area will be heading fully north leaving this rout mostly clear though your protection coding points out that people may need assistance while evacuating the city.

<<Bradley, though we could go 20 miles Northwest to acheive higher ground, many people would need our help evacuating or even protection during the storm. Might it be... more suiting to assist the populace during the storm?>>

She smiled as the young man thought of how he could affect the growing maelstrom, and attempted to shifts it's focus, softening the blow of the storm. She was pulled from her reverie by the voice outside the van.

"Halt. We are detecting strong extranormal energy readings from your vehicle. Please step out of the vehicle and explain yourselves."

She unfolded herself from her meditative position, stepping out of the van. "Officers, we bring you a criminal, unrepentant, and one redeemed. This young man is using his "extra normal" abilities to lessen the force of this storm. As such, lives will be saved. He also has information vital to disrupting the flood of narcotics into this city, as such I suggest you keep him out of general population."

Lotus pushed the dealer towards the prison Guards, and then guided the other young man towards them. "I suggest you allow this young man to keep using his ability, his efforts have already caused a noticeable downgrade in the severity of this storm. We'll be back to speak with him when we return from aiding the local populace in their preparations."

With that she climbed back into the vehicle, sliding the door closed, looking to the Statue she spoke a single word. "Drive."

"If sacred spaces are spared the ravages of war -- make all places sacred. And if the holy people are to be kept harmless from war -- make all peoples holy." -- Norrin Radd (Silver Surfer: Requiem; J. Michael Straczynski)

While Galatea drove, LDM reached over to the radio and fiddled with it until he found a news channel reporting on the local event: the storm, traffica, and whatever other ills befell their not so fair city. Then he leaned back and quietly listened for something they could assist with. Glancing to the door Bradley could help but smirk behind his mask. Three badass superheroes riding around in a rented mini-van. They really needed to get a better ride.

"Where there are people, there is trouble. That's where we should be. We can direct them to the Northwest. That's where the closest suitable high ground is."

Blackmist is powered criminals only, you dropped the dealer off with the regular police

The boy is glad you are the one who steps out with him, the other two seem to scare him a bit. "Reforming criminal, party of one." He says approaching the guards. You can tell he is joking to relieve some of the nervousness, and perhaps a bit to show off for you. The guards start to walk off with him. You turn around to walk back to the van when he calls out "Its Lotus right? It would be nice if you came and visited some time. You know, to make sure I don't relapse. Jeremy, Jeremy Hale." He turns and continues walking with the guards.

You are headed north, directing people on the fastest course to the high ground as you go, when you hear an alert "Fallen tree on East Street is slowing evacuation. Avoid if possible." East street is not far from where you are now.

<<Bradley, you and I could get there quicker without this conveyance.>> N'KIE suggests. <<Though if you feel we would require Galetea's enhanced strength...>> N'KIE pauses as two objectives war in her active memory processers. Helping people effectively vs. loyalty to The Wearer. The statement she was about to make brought those two in direct conflict.